Day is fairest as it wanes.
All the love that heaven contains
lies collected in a darkling glow
spread out over
earth, our home below.
All is tenderness and gentle hands.
God himself erases distant strands
All is nearby, all is far away.
All is given
to us for a day.
All is mine, all will be taken from me
Soon enough all will be taken from me:
trees and clouds, the very ground I pace.
I shall wander
off without a trace.
–after Pär Lagerkvist